Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 235

Chapter 235 She And I Have Nothing To Do Wit…

“Understood–I’ll head right over.”

Eric ended the call swiftly and drove straight toward Maple Bay.

Visiting Quentin’s home wasn’t unusual, but this time felt strangely different.

Moments after pressing the bell, Quentin appeared in the doorway.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin stepped aside. “Please, come in.”

“Much appreciated.”

Giving Quentin a brief nod, Eric walked inside.

“I’ve been waiting,” Ernest said quietly from his seat on the couch.

“Ernest.” Eric acknowledged warmly before glancing around curiously. “What’s the reason for all this mystery?”

With visible effort, Ernest attempted to rise, prompting Eric to quickly retrieve the cane resting nearby. “Here

you go.”

“Thank you,” Ernest murmured, accepting the cane and studying Eric carefully. “Follow me upstairs.”

“Alright,” Eric said, though an unsettling feeling gripped him.

He followed Ernest upstairs.

Reaching the top, Ernest paused solemnly outside a particular room.

Eric’s confusion deepened. “What’s going on, Ernest?”

Ernest nodded. “There’s someone you need to meet.”

Taking a careful breath, Ernest twisted the knob, gently pushing the door open.

Eric peered cautiously inside.

Within the modestly sized room, things appeared slightly cluttered yet deliberately arranged–items lined neatly along the walls, leaving open floor space covered by a soft carpet.

At the center sat a young boy, around three, fully engrossed in stacking colorful blocks.

Stunned, Eric shot an astonished glance toward Ernest.

Before he could speak, Ernest quietly shut the door, careful not to disturb the boy’s focus.

“Ernest…?”

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Shock clouded Eric’s face, a thousand unspoken questions tumbling through his mind, none finding their way

out clearly.

exactly was the child inside? What was he doing here at Quentin’s? Why had Ernest been so secretive,

the boy possibly be

faint smile. “Your guess is

his eyes

this

hit

moment Ernest woke up, he

out to be this child–and, Eric suspected, probably the child’s mother

as well.

vividly into his

Ernest might have someone else, though

thoughts, Eric faced his brother directly. “Ernest, what are you planning to

and rephrased the question. “Actually, the real question is,

this to Linda?”

heavy with warning. “You owe Linda everything, Ernest-

the reason you’re

handsome features, his

never intended for any of this to happen. Hurting Linda

her now.”

was that genuinely

judgment, yet deep down, he trusted his

the closed door, Eric finally asked softly, “Ernest, what’s the real story behind

suggested, nodding toward the study.

explain.”

“I’m listening.”

traced back to the car crash Ernest had suffered years earlier.

unconscious, lingering helplessly in a vegetative

seemed

Nyla, had privately suspected foul play, investigating discreetly for years. Unfortunately, their attempts had uncovered little, while official

Eric’s expression darkened sharply.

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Have

you?”

with determination.

time to repay old grudges and new

assured Eric, his existence was genuinely

but whether Linda could see it the same

another matter.

blood; they couldn’t simply abandon him outside the

they would have to

raising another delicate concern. “The boy naturally belongs with us. But

his mother?”

complication there.”

handsome face carefully devoid of emotion. “She means nothing to me beyond

visibly softened Eric’s tense features upon hearing

that much was certain.

Linda just needs time. Eventually, I’m

all, this entire situation had genuinely been

belonged firmly to Linda–that much

brows still shadowed with uncertainty. “Let’s hope

the afternoon, Hadley left the hospital, relieved that Joy

stayed until her

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